"The Exodus" A Zombie RPG (Open for Reserves and Villain roles, Started)

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

Moses walked out of the mansion with Joseph behind him. He walked a few meters away from the back door and came to a small shed. "Here's the secret." Moses pointed at the shed. He reached for his pocket and retrieved a card which he swiped over the door handle of the shed. The door opened and in middle of the shed was a manhole.

"This is getting interesting. I trust you to keep this to yourself." Moses stood at the doorway, his hand keeping Joseph from entering. "Do we have a deal?" Moses asked Joseph.

Spoiler: OOC

I promised twists.
I deliver.
Where the hell is The Hairminator?

 

[ImSkeletor]

Joseph saw moses pull out a card and open the shed. Why would a shed need a keycard. He then saw the manhole.What could possibly be down there? Weapons? The fact that someone built a shed that needs a card to open over it shows me that it is something really major. But he needs quick reflexes which means that there is probably something very dangerous down there. Okay I have to know. "Yes sir. We have a deal."

Spoiler: ooc

I hope this twist is as good as i think it is going to be

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

Moses entered the shed and took something from lying on the floor. "This is a flashlight. Use it when you look in there-" Moses pointed at the manhole. He handed Joseph the flashlight and then proceeded towards the manhole. "This is supposed to be a bomb shelter. The owner was weak, old and very talkative. That's why I put my mind into getting here." Moses sat down on the manhole, moving his card over a neaby handle.
"But it's too small for thirty people. We take what we find and we use it in our Exodus" Moses said as he stood up and signaled Joseph to come closer. Moses pointed at a handle, "Hold this and pull with me" he said.
"Three, Two, One-" Moses counted down and they both managed to open the manhole.
"I don't know if it's empty of full, or what is in there. Take a peek with the flashlight. Lower your head. If you see any danger pull up quickly." Moses said to Joseph, "-no turning back now." he reminded him of their agreement.

Spoiler: OOC

Hey, you now need to risk your life! MUAHAhahahaha!
...What you'll find there - a corpse sitting in the corner of the room, died out of blood loss. on the other hand of the room you have living dead chained to the wall. Pick your number. That's his family. In there you can make shit up, but it needs a minimal supply of food for six months. The rest - is up to you.
Don't worry, we won't go down there in a while. I have plans for it.
Now I'm just waiting for The Hairminator.

 

[Grim327]

"You could say I am. I was really part of a mercenary group, the Angels of Death. Don't get me started on the name, I personally thought it was too much of a cliche, but whatever worked for the others. There were four of us: Mark, Ben, Rachel, and myself. We were tasked with killing a corrupt CEO before the shit hit the fan. We soon found ourselves fighting for our lives against the creepers. Mark, and Ben got caught up and were overrun quickly, and me and Rachel got split up soon after. Sometimes I start thinking if she is still alive somewhere. It gives me hope ya know? By the way names Boulregard, but everyone that knew me before the infection called me Grim," he replied, while holding out his hand to shake at the end of his story.

 

[ImSkeletor]

Joseph looked down the hole with his flashlight. "What the hell?" he said as his flashlight went over some zombies. They were chained to the wall. The zombies saw the light and tried to run at it but the chains held strong but they were able to go far enough that Joseph did not wish at all to go down. He looked around a bit more and saw a body with blood coming out of the wrists. "Looks like it was a suicide." Joseph said quietly to himself. He moved his flashlight around a bit more and he saw a large crate. The crate was open he peered at it and saw that it was stuffed with Canned food and M.R.Es. One of the zombie slashed upward towards Josephs face but he pulled his head out just before the blow made contact. He crawled backwards away from the hole. "There is enough food to feed all of us for two or three weeks but there are a bunch of Zombies. What should we do?"

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"Nice meeting you Grim. It's good to have people like you helping these survivors." Ethan gave Grim a firm handshake and thought of what Grim said about Rachel. It was something that all to familiar to Ethan because after all he wasn't the one that really healed his wounds. Ethan gave Grim a friendly smile and looked by instinct to a moan of a nearby Zed. Ethan should have been used to it by now but their moans always sent shivers down his spine. "Zed today sound hungry at least we have that in common..."

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

Angel. The word was like a lump of ice forming in Elizabeth?s stomach as her thoughts skipped back to the dark recesses of her mind. She could still see it clear as day, the stone angel stood in the centre of the graveyard, eyes shut and hands closed together, praying for the fallen world. It was riddled with bullet holes and scratches from the firefight that sent a ringing through Elizabeth?s ears as she hid, sitting in the grass pressing up against the cold carved stone. She was crying and holding Jessica close to her chest whispering reassuring words into her ear.

Everything is going to be all right. I promise.

The bite mark on the little girls arm told a different story.

Elizabeth?s eyes softened as she remembered. ?Rope ladder, right. I?ll get it, be back in a bit.?

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Smiley]

"I take my words back-" Smiley said, leaning back on the stairs. "-I doubt that man is who he claims to be. Nobody glorifies a life of death." Smiley said , his eyes fixed at the horizon.
"Nobody sane." He utters under his breath.

 

[FinalDream]

[Richard]

He moved unnoticed through the crowd. The revolver felt heavy in his hand as he raised out his arm to pull the trigger. The gunshot sent the room into a frenzied panic, the old man stumbled backwards with the look of surprise written across his face. Richard Matheson pushed the gun barrel to the old mans head and smiled before pulling the trigger for a second time.

The dream was a message and as Richard slowly awoke in the dark room he understood clearly what he had to do. Picking up the empty revolver he began to load the six bullets until a faint noise from outside caught his attention.

What are they doing?

Richard Matheson pressed himself against the planks of wood nailed to the inside of the window and peered through the slits. A group of well armed individuals appeared to meeting outside and discussing things, was this Moses? expedition team? Good, at least that reduced the number of guards around the place. Richard backed down and turned around. The time had come.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Two-Bit and Jim talked in the kitchen for a while - talked about their past lives - grateful for something to take their minds off the grim reality staring them in the face. Jim was 64, a retired police officer and had been a widower for almost ten years. He had had no children to lose in the disaster.

"What about you? Did you..." Jim hestitated, "...lose much?" He coughed hard and poured himself a glass of disgustingly warm water.

Lose much? I was at the top of my fucking game, man. drink, drugs and women every fucking day, touring the shit outta the world. I wasn't stuck in a fucking 9-5 coffin doing something I despise, hatin' myself every day I sit at the desk, wearin' a tie and pretending to like the office pricks... Two-Bit unconciously clenched his fists at his side, You could say I lost more than you're worth, more than fucking anyone here's worth...I've lost my life and now I'm gonna lose my fuckin' mind! He unclenched his fists slowly, fingers sore from pressing so hard.

Two-Bit still hadn't answered as he watched the old man gulp down his drink, dribbling water over his chin and shirt. Jim wiped his mouth on a dirty sleeve and eyed Two-Bit uncomfortably. "If you don't wanna talk about it, lad, that's ok. I understand."

You don't understand shit, old man, Two-Bit thought to himself. On the outside, however, he grinned widely at Jim and patted his shoulder. "Naw, man...I didn't lose much. You could say I'm better off this way." He laughed, a forced exhalation of air that could never be passed off as mirth.

Jim eyed him awkwardly and mumbled a quiet "fair enough," before heading towards the kitchen door. "Wanna help me find somethin' useful to do?" He called over his shoulder.

No I fuckin' don't, was Two-Bit's personal response but the pill he had taken refrained him from wanting to be a bastard. Instead, he replied brightly. "I sent some guys upstairs," He pointed to the staircase, "follow me an' we'll go see what they're up to. Maybe they've found somethin' useful?"

Two-Bit climbed the stairs just ahead of Jim, his head buzzing with contentedness. Shit, he thought, that pill's keepin' me goin'. I'm gonna have to get me some more...

 

[Grim327]

Looked at the creepers that were near the gate. "Ya they do, but then again they always do. What I would give to have a hot meal again. To bad those days are over. At least with this end-of-the-world scenario we can fight back, and at least choose how we die," he replied.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

"Nobody is going to risk his neck for this-" Moses said, moving his hand over Joseph's shoulder, "-You did a great job. Now we know what we have down there. Did you see anything else there?" Moses asked, closing the entrance with one strong slam.
Moses swiped a card against the entrance and walked out of the shed, "We keep this a secret for now-" Moses takes a cigarret from his pocket and handes it to Joseph, "-Tobacco is money. That you for helping me" Moses said.

 

[FinalDream]

[Richard]

Richard opened both doors of the wardrobe at once and stared past the grimy clothes to a large leather suitcase resting on the floor. Dragging it out to the centre of the room he smiled as he opened it up and inspected the contents. Reaching in he grabbed a grooming bag and walked towards the bathroom, brushing the dust from the mirror with his hand he looked at the face staring back in the reflection. He looked dreadful, like a tramp, his hair was wild and face unshaven. Resting the bag on a metal ledge above the sink he turned the hot water tap in a vain hope of some pressure still left in the pipes could deliver him some water. The pipes groaned and spat out dirty water before dribbling out a small quantity of cleanish water into which Richard washed his hair with a small bottle of shampoo from the grooming bag, he used the soapy dregs to shave his face with a razor and finally drank a generous mouthful of mouthwash to hide the smell of cheap alcohol. When he looked back into the mirror it was like he was a whole new man. Nobody would recognise him downstairs. Pleased with the results Richard dried his face with a towel cloth and returned to the suitcase.

Pulling out his bible and priest collar he moved them aside to get at his clean pair of jeans and black sleeveless shirt. Dressing, the transformation was complete, he looked like his old self again. One final act still remained, walking towards the door he ripped off the nailed on planks and preceded downstairs to join the survivors. He was no longer Richard Matheson, the drunk, but Father Richard Matheson the well respected community priest. Although the dark images of murder still lurked deep in his heart.

Time to gather my flock.

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

Avoiding the others Elizabeth walked back inside and quickly found an empty room, she collapsed into the corner and broke down. Allowing all her grief and emotion to pour out. After a couple of minutes she dried her eyes on the back of her hand and picked herself up. These sudden outbursts of emotion triggered by words, sight, even sounds where becoming all too frequent and Elizabeth knew that keeping her grief bottled up inside was only going to make things worse.

Heading to the supply closet she found the rope ladder and putting on a brave face returned outside.

 

[ImSkeletor]

"Well the body that was down there had a REALLY nice watch and wedding ring as well as a carton of smokes that was sitting next to him. Thats about it." He replied. Then in reply to Moses telling him thanks and giving him a cig he said. "It was my pleasure and thank you for the smoke." He added before he walked back into the mansion. Then he went into the kitchen and ate a little bit to get his blood sugar back up. Terry walked up behind him and said, "So what did you have to do?"
"Nothing worth mentioning."
"Fair enough." he said without giving it a second thought.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan looked closer at the source of the moans as he went near the gates to see half a dozen Zed gathering by the gates. The gates could withstand a few dozen let alone half a dozen and as Ethan approached the gate one of the undead began clawing at the barrier trying to get to him. The gates themselves were were steel but a few modifications gave a more make-shift look to it as displayed in the parts of chain-linked fences put up where the large gaps were or the wire wrapping itself at the top. Cardboard and spare metal dotted the large gates as well.

The Zed itself that began clawing at the chain-linked part of the gate looked barely out of its teens. It leaned itself closer to Ethan the closer he got to it and Ethan could see the mangled face of the zombie. The diamond shaped hole of the chain linked fence could accommodate a barrel of any firearm excluding the large ones and it looked like it could also accommodate the bottom of Ethan's crowbar. Ethan raised his crowbar and held it at the hooked part with the bottom facing the Zed. It helped that it's right eye was right up against the diamond. Ethan took a step back and for a second relished the thought of killing this Zed, putting it out of its misery, and all that business but something bugged at him enough for him to lower the crowbar.

Then an angered thought consumed his mind. He raised the crowbar again and drove it hard into the undead's eye far enough that Ethan could feel it exit the skull. He tugged the crowbar back out and clenched his fists for a moment. As his fists began to open again Ethan was stepping away from the gate and heading back to the stoop waiting for the rest.

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

Throwing the rope ladder over her shoulder Elizabeth turned and walked out of the supply room. The wall on the opposite side of the room caught her attention, in the short space of time since Moses had spoken to the group a wall of photographs had emerged. Walking forward Elizabeth looked at the faces, men, women and children smiled back. It was a moving sight. A voice from behind caught her attention and Elizabeth turned to see a young mother kneeling before her young daughter and holding up a small piece of sticky tape. The little girl carefully grabbed it and walked towards the wall posting the picture of the golden retriever. Elizabeth smiled and bent down.

?What was his name??

?Abby? The girl sobbed back.

?Was she a brave dog??

?Uh huh? the little girl nodded

?Then I?m sure Abby is just fine.? Elizabeth smiled re-assuringly ?I bet that she is out there looking for you, but don?t worry because Dog?s are real smart and she?ll find you here, if you wait.?

A smile crossed the girls face and she ran back towards the mother, Elizabeth stood back up reaching into her bag and produced a creased photograph of Jessica. She held it to her chest and looked for a space on the board. The mother walked over and offered a piece of tape.

?She your own??

?Yes, but she was bitten and I had too.? Elizabeth took the tape and stuck the photograph to a space in the middle of the wall.

?I?m sorry.?

Elizabeth just smiled back. No words could express the choice a parent made when there own child began turning into a Zombie before their own eyes.

?Look. I hate to be a burden but your on the expedition team right??

?Yeah.?

?Can you bring back some pads, and maybe some soap??

?Sure.?

?Oh thanks, I didn?t really want to ask the men because?well it?s a little embarrassing.?

Elizabeth took one last look at Jessica and walked away towards the front doors, stepping down into the sunshine she watched a man return from the gate gripping a crowbar. The tell-tale trail of blood he left in his wake gave a clue to the mans actions.Elizabeth reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of steel rimmed, Ray Ban aviator sunglasses. The reflection of the others and city skyline was mirrored in the lenses.

?All right, let?s get going.?

Walking over to a scalable section of the wall Elizabeth scrambled up and sat one leg either side attaching the rope ladder to the top before she let it fall down the other side.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan walked to where Elizabeth was. Ethan took a dirtied rag that he always keeps with him and whipped off the blood from his crowbar. Then he fastened the crowbar in between his assault vest and him keeping it in place.

"You see anything?" Ethan said while making a last minute check on his gear and ammo.

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

Elizabeth looked around, the streets where quiet apart from the odd shambling Zombie.

?Seems OK.? She shouted down slipping off the wall into a perfect gymnastic landing on the sidewalk below.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Smiley]

Smiley limped towards the rest of the group. He climbed on the fence and fell down on his knees, spouting a juicy curse in Yiddish.
"I'm still alive" he cried out. Smiley stood up and streched his back. "Pharmacy's first." he proclaimed.

[Mike]

Mike loaded his magazines with bullets and grabbed a back-pack. He ran out of the mansion before the rest might leave without him. "Wait for me" He cried out.
He faced Ethan and held out his hand, expecting a handshake "Name's Mike, nice to meet-" he said. Mike then noticed two others from the other side of the fence "I'll be there in a minute" he said to the others.